I'm a songwriter. Pretty much all the poetry I've posted is mines. I contridict myself alot, but I'm a being mistakes are an everyday thing to me. Indie music is an escape. I live in manhattan so I love loudness which means my speakers are always spitting biggie. I'm a sarcastic fuck, its not intentionally. Even if I ever get to the point of not wanting to write anymore, it bound not to happen. I need ink and paper in my life, its more like a drug. Seriously.
Today, my boyfriend and I were on the phone. He started talking dirty, and saying how horny he was, etc. So I decided to play along and said “I want you to picture me naked, baby.” All of a sudden I heard a huge sigh. He responded, “Ew, that just killed it.” FML
I decided to show the whole world my natural curls.
bitch, what the actual fuck?lmfao who the fuck would do that?
I guess she’s proud, like superhead. This is disturbing.
So last night I was working on a song I’ve recently wrote and it sounds awesome. cant wait to record it, But I want someone to remix the beat for me. :(
I want this day back. I sung my heart out my ass that day. Things change and people change. I miss you may may :( Visit me ho.
